Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
I might describe to you the fears, the anguish, and the agony of Peter's
mother, as, from the door of Foxlaw, she beheld the bridal party return
to the village. "Bless me, are they back already!--can anything hae
happened the minister?" was her first exclamation; but she saw the
villagers collecting around them in silent crowds; she beheld the women
raising their hands, as if stricken with dismay; the joy that had
greeted them a few minutes before was dead, and the very children seemed
to follow in sorrow. "Oh, bairn!" said she to the serving maid, who
stood beside her, "saw ye e'er the like o' yon? Rin doun an' see what's
happened; for my knees are sinking under me." The next moment she beheld
her husband and Captain Graham supporting the unwedded bride in their
arms. They approached not to Foxlaw, but turned to the direction of the
Captain's cottage. A dimness came over the mother's eyes--for a moment
they sought her son, but found him not. "Gracious Heaven!" she cried,
wringing her hands, "what's this come owre us!" She rushed forward--the
valley, the village, and the joyless bridal party, floated round before
her--her heart was sick with agony, and she fell with her face upon the
earth.
The next day found Peter in Greenlaw jail. He had not only been detected
in the act of poaching; but a violent assault, as it was termed, against
one of his Majesty's Justices of the Peace, was proved against him; and,
before his father or his friends could visit him, he was hurried to
Leith, and placed on board a frigate about to sail from the Roads. He
was made of sterner stuff than to sink beneath oppression; and, though
his heart yearned for the mourning bride from whose arms he had been
torn, and he found it hard to brook the imperious commands and even
insolence of men "dressed in a little brief authority;" yet, as the
awkwardness of a landsman began to wear away, and the tumult of his
feelings to subside, his situation became less disagreeable; and, before
twelve months had passed, Peter Paterson was a favourite with every one
on board.
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